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Arriving in Montreal a few days after Christmas, and less days than I have fingers and toes after leaving Peru, I was spinning. My head was in skies and I didn't know where or how to plant my feet. My week here was filled with shopping: shopping for apartments, for furniture, for boots. The second week, school started. I went to class in an auditorium that held almost as many people as Firth gave home to. My head just kept spinning. I came "home" and it didn't feel like home. I walked down St. Denis, my street, and it didn't feel like home. I went out, it was foreign. I stayed in, and even my room wasn't mine.

Last weekend, I went to a conference about internships, which proved to be a fun, but somewhat cult experience full of North American "let's get stupid together so we can become friends" philosophy. But, it worked. I made some friends. I had a damn good time, which I needed after having being owned by my studies and midterms the week before.

On Friday, a new friend from this conference invited me to a potluck at her house. Even though Montreal's a big city and has quite an extensive public transport system, there are lots of holes, and you've gotta walk to many places. SO, I did. I walked to her house. Luckily, it wasn't so cold, and it was snowing, beautifully snowing. Somehow, on the walk, as the snowflakes caressed my cheeks and hockey skates on ice, my ears, it clicked. I looked around and it didn't feel so foreign. Not at all. It felt mine. My home. My place. I needed that reassurance so much and since it's come, I've really felt better. Maybe it's just because I'm on vacation from classes this week, or because I had a visitor (Jana, from UWC) come up, but I don't think it's just that. I think, finally, Montreal makes sense, and that's a fabulous feeling.

posted by Marielly @ 2:13 PM